Claire was shoved aside by Brian, stumbling a few steps before regaining her balance.
Seeing this, Irene was consumed with worry. Her hands clutched the sheets tightly, desperate to reveal the truth to her brother, to expose Vanessa's malevolence and defend Claire.
Yet, something seemed to choke her, turning her countless words into painful, stifled sobs that she couldn't voice.
Her gaze darted between Claire and Brian, her heart twisting with anguish.
Claire had done nothing wrong, yet she was framed and spent five years in prison, while the real culprit roamed free, nearly strangling her. Despite her misery, she now faced her brother's misunderstanding.
Five years ago, her brother was so fond of Claire, and now, he saw her as an enemy.
Irene wanted to scream, to break through the barrier preventing her from speaking, but her body wouldn't cooperate.
The more anxious she felt, the more her tears flowed.
Her condition pained Brian deeply, and he yearned for an outlet to unleash his frustration.
Without thinking, he directed his anger at Claire once more.
"Claire, what have you done to Irene? Why can't she speak?" he demanded.
Claire was just as puzzled. Irene had finally woken up, something Claire had long awaited, hoping it would clear her name. But Irene only cried and remained silent.
"Irene, speak up."
"Tell them it wasn't me who pushed you back then, nor did I try to strangle you today. It was all Vanessa. Just say it—"
"Enough!" Brian shouted, his eyes locked on Claire. He wanted to hate her, but his heart kept pulling him back to her, caught between love and hate, his face full of torment. "Irene is terrified of you. How long are you going to keep this act?"
Irene wept bitterly.
"Brother, you fool. Stop yelling at Claire. Stop hurting her. You'll regret this one day."
She had so much to say, but every word caught in her throat.
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